Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Never Bully a Young Man in Poverty

The streets at night were sparsely populated. People gathered in small groups of twos and threes, chatting, eating skewers, and drinking...
Wei Yang did not drink, and neither did Zhao Yunkai. The two of them each ordered a large can of coconut juice.
However, Zhao Yunkai, who had agreed to eat spicy rabbit heads, couldn't swallow a single bite the moment the proprietress served them.
Wei Yang didn't mind and simply moved the rabbit...
Blood poured endlessly from beneath Zhu Wuyou, instantly staining the snow-white sheets a dazzling, glaring crimson.
Had such a test result come at ordinary times, it would certainly have caused a sensation. However, coming precisely at the crucial juncture of a competition with the demon clan's Dongfang Buxiao, it appeared slightly inferior.
Unlike her high spirits, Hongli looked utterly apathetic, sitting gloomily with lowered head, drinking away his sorrows in silence.
On the verge of crying from panic, Ji Yunying suddenly paused, her eyes widening in disbelief as she watched Qin Xing stretch out a hand, about to make mischief at her chest.
In the past, he hadn't liked her, but today she particularly rubbed him the wrong way, as if her crying was wrong, her silence was wrong, and even her breathing while alive was wrong.
"Call the police, hire a lawyer, or face a lawsuit—do as you please." Zhu Wuyou withdrew her gaze with an air of nonchalance, leaving them behind as she walked away first.
Lin Bingsheng's persistence in marriage lost out to reality, and he let out a sigh in his heart. Lin Hui offered his father a firm look of unwavering support.
That Di Xin could produce a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure had already greatly exceeded Lu Ya's expectations; Lu Ya refused to believe Di Xin could pull out yet another supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure.
Di Xin, however, appeared far more composed, seeing that this was hardly the first time he had witnessed the emergence of the human race's fortune river.
Due to the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, the heritage of their race had suffered a fracture—though, of course, these old monsters of Dapan Village could not possibly know just how remarkable the ancestors of their Dapan Celestial Dynasty had been, nor how legendary the bloodline of their clan was.
Kunpeng smiled indifferently, making no haste to press his attack. Although Jian Wushuang was currently severely injured, his overall strength had not diminished by much, not to mention whatever hidden methods he might still possess; if Jian Wushuang chose to flee, Kunpeng would be unable to stop him.
He gently supported her to the table, helping her sit down before asking softly, his eyes brimming with utter doting affection.
Ultimately, in some unknown era, amidst the boundless chaos ocean, the two strongest polar overlords caught sight of each other.
"Mom and dad said they were going to the basement, I don't know what they're up to." Ilya rubbed against Phoenix's chest, feeling soft and cozy.
She was different from Hao Fang; she hadn't truly mastered or perfected her chaos magic yet, so diving into the study of new powers would be putting the cart before the horse.
Even if Hao Fang had no intention of casually utilizing mods again, choosing instead to attempt creation through his own efforts.
The figure carried a lantern in its hand—an unlit, empty lantern. The lampshade was made of clean gauze, entirely devoid of any paintings. The figure flew to the doorway of the room and came to a stop. Qiao Yijian saw it clearly; the incoming figure was none other than Yan Chong, the man who had visited his room this morning.
Igniting with an unknown karmic fire across their bodies, the eleven giants showed no panic at all upon seeing this; instead, their expressions revealed the look of everything being completely under their control.
Meanwhile, the thirty-three Japanese aircraft in the western sector successfully flew to the outskirts of Niushou Mountain, though they were filled with nervous apprehension.
"Several officers, out on official business so early in the morning, you must be exhausted." Chen Mu smiled warmly as he slipped a piece of broken silver into the leader's hand, hospitably welcoming them into his home.
About fifteen minutes later, Haru knelt inside a gigantic crater. By this time, not an ounce of surplus fat remained on his body, leaving him with an athletic and slender physique.
Liang Xiwen stood exposed to the cold wind, finding it a bit unbearable, and considered having Yueji distribute the red envelopes here, suspecting that the food boxes in Baili and Haitang's hands might be getting chilly.